Army Romance Novels & Stories

Jim: "Mom, while that wimp is gone gallivanting drunkenly in Vegas, I want you to move my things into your room. I also expect you to serve me roman grapes and fun meals." I will explain these to you. I could not believe the control over my gorgeous wife that this cocky bastard had. 'Roman grapes' required his mother to put one knee up and fold the other leg over. Her beautiful smooth oh-so-sexy foot would be over his adoring face, the bunch of grapes held above him by her red painted toes. He could just extend his tongue to pop a ripe grape into his mouth like Caesar, or kiss the soft soles of his mother's gorgeous delicate feet.

He felt cold. “I needed to see you,” he said, his voice a low rasp. He folded me into his arms, his hold tight and desperate. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body trembling with a faint, almost imperceptible tremor. He was breathing me in, as if my scent could cleanse him of the filth of his work, as if my presence could chase away the ghosts he’d just consorted with. This was our romance, forged in the crucible of this war. It was not about flowers or whispered sweet nothings. It was about this, a profound, unspoken understanding, It was about being the one place in this violent world where he didn't have to be the king.

I realized that was his way of being shy. He's so adorable. How can someone be so adorable? I have to stop drinking before this whole thing goes really, really wrong. Lucas is right. He didn't sign the divorce papers, so I'm still legally married to him. But at the same time, the magical encounter with Darren feels so right. I would really want to see where it's going. "A bad boy suits up and becomes a commanding officer. You need to tell me more about it," I tittered under the influence of alcohol. Damn. He must look so hot in an army uniform.

We are listening Ari... tell us more! Okay then...You know guys, I always ran away from women when we were in the academy because of my military ambition. However, I was not able to run away when I got home after graduation, Ari scoffs. My first marriage had no celebration. It was a civil wedding. She was a childhood friend, not a sweetheart, but she was obedient and a good woman. Then, after that shotgun marriage, I left to work in V county as a Lieutenant Colonel. I was asked to be judged in a military competition for the secondary category. There she was.... in a military fatigue uniform, with her hair in a bun. It was magical...I fell in love at first glance. She was one of the model pla

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he murmured. We stood suspended between towers and stars, wrapped in each other, the city roaring far below, and for the first time since this began, I understood something clearly: Romance wasn’t distracting us from the war. It was making us unbreakable inside it. His chin rested lightly against my hair. My arms held him close. No more distance left to negotiate. No doubt left to manage. We hadn’t rushed the word. We had earned it.

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

was the name on her forged ID tonight, a careful fabrication. She said nothing at first, simply offering a sweet, practiced smile as she met his eyes. Inside, she imagined his empire fracturing, his world reduced to the same ashes he had left hers in. Her blood sang with it. "Most people avoid eye contact with me," Adrian continued, one eyebrow arching slightly as he sized her up. His voice sound like velvet over steel, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to assess her. His gaze traveled slowly from the modest collar of her uniform to the curve of her neck, down to the tray in her hands before returning to her face. "You're quite different."

With a final, deep thrust, he unloaded once more, filling her until cum dripped down her thighs. He collapsed over her, untying the scarf and rubbing her wrists gently, his rough edges softening in aftercare. Elina turned in his arms, nuzzling his chest. In the quiet intimacy of their bedroom, surrounded by the evidence of their passion, Francis held her close, their bond forged in fire and desire.

He even humbly helped Tanya pursue Chris. So what else could they be if not a pair of shameless lovers? "Kyle, Tanya..." Lisa smiled as she stood up and approached Kyle, linking her arm through his with a playful smile. Tanya glanced at Lisa holding onto Kyle's hand. Kyle instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but Lisa held on tightly. He couldn't free his hand. He also couldn't make too much of a fuss about pulling it back. After all, it was perfectly normal for a girlfriend to link arms with her boyfriend.